Name it.
I cant name it
I can only explain what it feels
it strange, it makes a wiseman foolish
a strong man becomes weak at it's presence
one so smart appears dull and lazy.
its like death
it doesnt ask why and manipluates the heart easily
you cant explain it and
you cant reason it, it takes over you,
it knows no age.
like smoke you can only see it
but you cant have it,
when you think you do
even when you have it cant keep it for long
it slips away and leaves you sad.
fools play it better
cos you cant have a perfect understanding of it.
it has lots of colors
and it colors reality.
give it a name.......
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